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Copyright by 

Annie Kirk, 801 1/2 Field Ave. 

Detroit, Mich., U. S. A. 






INTRODUCTION. 

TO MY READERS: 

On submitting my book of poems for your perusal 
it is my desire to tell you how I was led by "The Spirit" 
to the fountain of life, the streams of which are ever 
flowing by; the ministering Spirits that our Father God 
allows to come to help us upwards and onwards along 
the path of adversity and toil, I came to America in 1906, 
being a firm adherent to the Orthodox religion. While 
in England I had never heard of the Philosophy of Spiri- 
tualism and naturally I clung to the old Dogma, meaning 
in one word obedience, willing to receive all that was 
given to us, without further investigation, being taught 
there were a chosen few who are inspired of God, which 
is a false belief, God has no favorites in this world, save 
those who do his bidding. We are all His children 
both high and low, and we will get our just reward in 
the future state, according to the life we have lived 
while on the Earth Plane. We are told in Holy Writ, 
"That we must work out our own salvation." 

I had only been in America a short time before I came 
in contact with friends who had every reason to believe 
in the phenomena of Spiritualism, but I still remained 
hard of belief, the old Orthodox threw around me the 
thick mist of superstitious fear, that I would be taking 
a wrong turn in my steps Heavenward and thereby im- 
pede my progression. I had been in this Country about 
three years, when I received a terrible shock, caused by 
the departure of a dear friend to the Higher Life, the 
reason of his passing away is explained in my poem en- 
titled, "Unrequited Love." This grief caused me to 
investigate Spiritualism and eventually led me to the 
light of truth. I began to seek and I certainly found 

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that Gods love to us is greater than we were ever taught 
in the Orthodox. Oh how I thank God and the Higher 
forces for the beautiful lamp of hope which is held up to 
me by my departed loved ones, whom God allows to come 
to minister to us to give us strength in the Pilgrimage 
of Life, this beautiful belief in Spirit return abolishes en- 
tirely the sting of death which in its true sense is a tran- 
sition to a higher and more beautiful life, neither are 
visions a thing of the past. I often retire in silence 
alone, asking my loved ones to manifest to me, and 1 see 
the faces of those I have loved and lost as I formerly 
thought. I also feel their touches which is a source of 
great pleasure to me. 

I will relate a little incident that happened 
to me November, 1916. I and Mrs. Meissner, a 
lady of sterling qualities with whom I have been staying 
for over four years, who also is a gifted medium and 
through whose organism I have received some beauti- 
ful and convincing proofs of Spirit return. This night 
in question we were discussing various topics when 
I picked up a pencil and began to write poetry. "What is 
the matter with me tonight;" I exclaimed, as I looked 
with dismay at my writing, "I could never write one 
verse of poetry in my life and here I have written seven 
verses." My friend looked at me and smiled saying, 
"there are to be ten verses in that poem and you have 
got to finish it before another sun rise." I replied " it 
ia now growing late, and I am going to retire." So I 
did, but at half past two I awoke and I could not again 
go to sleep until I had completed the poem entitled, "The 
Living Stream of Life." So I keep writing whatever 
the ministering Spirits bring to me. Now I will close, 
hoping and trusting that when you read the Poems, you 
will meditate thereon, and ask the Higher forces to 
bring to you the "Words of Life," also to free you from 
the superstitious belief that there are a "chosen few" 
ask the Father of Love to broaden your minds and lead 
you to the light of truth. 

THE AUTHOR. 

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THE LIVING STREAMS OF LIFE. 

As I lay through the lonely hours of life 
Thinking of the past 
My soul with heavenly joy was filled 
And hope beamed bright at last 
This hope was brought to me by those 
Whom God allows to come / 

From just the other side the vail *7 

To soothe our yearning souls. 

They give to us new strength, new joy 

And happiness untold 

Without their love we could not live 

Has not Jesus told us so 

My strength He said, I give to you; 

Oh child of earth receive 

The blessing of your father God 

Oh in His love believe. 

Take of the living streams of life 

That are ever flowing by 

To feed your souls for future work 

With your loved ones up on high. 

They give to you the strength you need 

In the Pilgrimage of life 

The body you yourself can feed 

But the soul is fed by Christ. 

Christ taught earth's children how to live 
When the world was so depraved 
He gave His life in Holy love 
That His brothers might be saved; 
Saved from the worlds degrading lusts 
Of selfishness and greed 
To raise their souls to higher views 
Than the transient things of earth. 



Oh! to be one with Christ in works 

In this life let it be our aim 

To love each other as ourselves 

The Lord, He did the same; 

He brings to us the symbol of the lilly pure 

and sweet 
Even Solomon in his glory was not arrayed 

like unto it 
Let this be a sample how our souls should be 

arrayed 
In garments white and pure as our Father 

hath decreed. 

Oh Father dear, give us Thy grace 

That we may do Thy will, 

To help a brother on the road 

That leads direct to Heaven. 

Thy love we know Thou will bestow 

On those who do Thy will; 

And on the meek who Thee entreat 

Their hopes will be fulfilled. 

Although my life by Thee was given 

I dare not choose my lot 

T'is Thee who doth my future see 

I shall not be forgot 

I know I have a work to do 

My time is but a span 

Oh help me to unfold the good 

Thou plantest in my mind. 

If I was rich in this world's goods 

And saw my brother want 

And did not minister to his needs 

My life would be a blank 

The holy one of God advised 

Give to the poor thy aid 

A little help given in His name. 

Shall not loose its reward. 



Give to the lonely and forlorn 

A brighter view of life 

Teach them that in the great beyond 

Is happiness and life 

Life fraught with Holy Heavenly joy 

Unknown to human ken. 

Our loved ones gone before us are 

Preparing us for Heaven, 

The Nazarene gave us the hope 

In years long ago, 

He said, "I will prepare a place 

For those I leave below". 

Our loved ones too for us will work 

To help our heavenward flight 

With God's great love we will not fail 

If we but live aright. 



Nov. 16th, 1915 



***** 



ANGELS WALKING HAND IN HAND. 

Angels on the Heavenly Shore 
Walk hand in hand for evermore 
Seeking those who are depressed 
In sin's darkest wilderness. 



To lead them on the road of life 
Away from bitterness and strife 
To paths of virtue paved with hope 
For those who seek the way of life. 



Oh, Angels of Love, give us your aid 

Help us to seek 

The lost to save 

To give to them the strength they need. 

God in His Love doth condesend 
To give to each weary one 
The future joy laid out for them 
No finite mind can understand. 

It never hath entered the heart of man 
The Love of God given to each one 
If they will only do His will 
And try their duty to fullfill. 

Nov. 11th, 1916. 

***** 

JOY IN HEAVEN. 

The snow is falling very fast 
I can't get out to play 
Oh tell me why Willie dear 
It should snow today. 

Mamma says God is Love 
And children He did bless 
So today I asked, if I could play 
And I think He answered yes. 

But when I went in the yard 
The snow it lay so deep 
I could not play in the house 
As Father is so sick. 

So Willie who is older 

Than his sister Jane 

Looked in dismay at her and said, 

"You ought to be ashamed." 



Think of our dear father 

Who lies so full of pain ^ 

Ask God to make him better 

And think less of your own gain. 

Our mother often says 

You're a selfish little soul 

Ask God to make your heart as white 

And pure as the falling snow. 

Jane hung her head in silence 

Not knowing what to add 

Her Brother's words had gone right home 

And left her very sad. 

Willie's heart to her relented 
As he gazed into her eyes 
He said let me tell you something 
Which perhaps will you surprise. 

If you still keep murmering 
Against the will of God 
Something worse than pure snow 
Will shadow the path you've trod. 

Jane looked at her brother, 

Her eyes all wet with tears 

"I am going in the house," she said, 

"To speak to mother dear." 

She flew into her mother's arms 
With her head upon her breast 
Saying, "mother dear forgive the past, 
I will be a good child yet." 

Her mother looked with wondering eyes 
Upon her only girl saying 
Tell me quickly what has brought 
This sudden change in you. 



Mother dear you've told us oft 
The wonderous things God performs 
That little children can open the door 
To everlasting dawn. 

So brother dear held up the light 
The angel messengers gave to him 
To show to me that disobedience 
Is the widest path to sin. 

Oh mother, I will try and walk 

In the narrow path of life 

And your little girl will do her best 

That the angels may rejoice. 

Thank God my child at last you see 
The sin that in you lies 
A selfish heart God cannot bear 
Oh try and live aright. 

Last night I had a vision fair 
Heaven opened to my view 
I saw you at the Saviour's feet 
Seeking his love anew. 

He placed His hand upon your head 
The angels then drew near 
Weaving a crown of flowers sweet 
And placed it gently at Jesus feet. 

He put the crown upon your head 
Saying child of earth receive 
The blessing of a Saviour's love, 
For you, His life He gave. 

So now my daughter you can see 
How the angels do rejoice 
To see a little girl repent 
As you have done to-night. 

Oct. 8th, 1916. 
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LIFE IN THE HEREAFTER. 

Our life in the hereafter 
Depends on the life we live here below 
We cannot have roses and sunshine 
Unless we sow seeds as we go. 

We cannot grow grapes on thistles 
Neither will figs grow upon thorns 
Nature is true to conditions 
We all will reap what we have sown. 

The same with spiritual growth 

Dear people, oh study the law. 

You will find that through faith and obedience 

You will gain your desired reward. 

Though life may not hold much for you 
Cast not the blame on the Lord 
T'is the earthly conditions around you 
Of those who are selfish and low. 

But life in the hereafter 
Will give you all that you need 
Oh brothers and sisters be patient 
And work, as well as believe. 

The hereafter is filled with bright spirits 
Who suffered like you when on earth 
But now have found joy and beauty 
They never experienced in the world. 

Some soon get weary when climbing 
The hills of adversity and toil 
I know it is hard for us mortals 
To keep fighting against the tide. 



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I have had a taste of life's burden, 
And often wondered why 
That those who were so indifferent 
Seem to have all they desired in life. 

But now as I am quickly traveling 
To the allotted years of man 
I often look back on my past life 
Knowing it to be the Divine plan. 

And when I pass to the life hereafter 
I will see plainly the fruits of my work 
That I gave to the world unbegrudging 
Whatever my Father gave me to do. 

Nov. 3rd, 1916 

***** 

ROSES OF LOVE. 

Sweet Roses of Love 
Grow in the garden of deeds 
Where all is contentment 
To those who believe. 

And are struggling daily 
Some conquest to make 
To show to the world 
The power of faith. 

Faith without works 

Is an empty shell 

Just like a house 

Where our Mortals must dwell. 

We must have it furnished 
And made to look nice 
Or we are sure to be miserable 
The rest of our life. 

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Then work we have plenty 
To keep clean and straight 
Just the same dear people 
With our spiritual life. 

This house of clay 
Must be furnished with deeds 
Before our dear Father 
Will our Spirits receive. 

Deeds of kindness 
Works of Love 
Will furnish our Souls 
For the home above. 

The home where our loved ones 
Are eagerly trying 
To impress us daily 
With Heavenly desires. 

They bring to us gifts 
Of the Roses of Love 
To brighten our pathway 
As we journey above. 



The flowers that bloom 
In the Paradise of God 
To feed our Souls 
With their Heavenly Love. 



Nov. 12th 1916. 



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JOURNEYING TO THE LIFE ABOVE. 

As we journey to the future life 
We often wonder why 
We are born to suffer troubles here 
Before we reach our home on high. 
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T'is hard for us mortals to understand 
The Divinity of God; 
To know the wisdom of His plan 
Which appears so vague to us. 

All we can do is to live by faith 
Trying to unfold 
The knowledge handed out to us 
By Gods appointed Son. 

The trials and temptations 
We humans must endure 
If we wish to reach the home 
Of everlasting glory. 

Life here on earth is but a school 
To teach us the way to God 
Who gives us joy and happiness 
According to the path we've trod. 

If we are lax in living true 
To His just commands, 
We cannot rise to heights above 
In that most happy land. 

We've oft been told by them of old 

We all should sleep 

As God sees fit 

Until the resurrection morn. 

This is a thought we all must shun 
Prom whence do ministering spirits come 
If all are locked within the tomb? 
Oh no! God would not cast on us such gloom. 

We must be active in this world of sin 
Or else no victory we could win 
Death does not wash our souls white 
Nor raise us to the heavenly heights. 

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God has for us a work to do 

Far more important than we know 

There are millions of souls in darkness held 

Because they thought to much of self. 

Uncleanness and greed filled their souls 
Without thought for those who are feeble 

and old 
Who are robbed of all pleasure in this life. 
Nothing for them but worry and strife. 

Now their oppressers are praying for light 

Light to direct them 

To the spiritual plain 

Help and forgiveness they are eager to gain. 

Whatever we've left undone on earth 
We must work out in the new birth 
There is no escaping from God's just com- 
mand 
We must surely do it before we reach heaven 

Or we will be held in bondage to earth 
Instead of enjoying the fruits of our work 
Don't let father time, with earnest intent 
Cut off your life thread before your repent. 

You will find it so hard 
When you come here 
To work out your salvation 
With pleadings and tears. 

Ask the dear angels 
While you are on earth 
To help you to study 
Life's second birth. 



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The birth of the soul 

In the summerland of peace 

Where there is neither weeping or wailing 

Nor nashing of teeth. 

Only sweet ripples 
From the fountain of love 
From whence all are nourished 
Who trust in their God. 

Encourage your thought waves, 
Of purity and peace 
He will not forsake those 
Who trust in His grace. 

When temptation assails you 
Oh do pray and seek 
That the Ministering Spirits 
May bring you relief. 

Nov. 10th, 1916. 

***** 

PREPARATION FOR ETERNITY. 

Give us grace, oh God of Love 
To prepare in time for our home above 
Not to neglect it as a thing of naught 
And begin to seek it when life is short. 

Let us not insult the Father of Heaven 
With the miserable crumbs of an unworthy end 
Begin life good then you are sure to accend 
When you have made conditions for your place 

in Heaven 
On the Earth plane we cannot reach the desired 

goal 
If we are reckless and indifferent to what we 

are told 
Then how can we rise in the heavenly spheres 
Where souls reign in peace without pains or 

tears? 

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Oh no dear friends, you've got to learn 
If not on the earth plane, you will when you re- 
sign 
The house of clay in which you dwell 
Deeds of kindness; works of love, we all must do 
Before we can live a life agreeable to our God 
Bare in mind what I say or you may get strand- 
ed on the way. 

Remember the words of Holy Writ 
The smoking flax God will not quench, 
Nor a bruised reed He will not break 
But gives to those who seek with zest 
The happiness of a future state 
Do not discard the day of grace. 

Nov. 18th, 1916 
***** 

THE MORNING STAR. 

Beautiful star in 
Heaven so bright 
Showing each morning 
Your glorious light. 

The Angels of Love 
Your light reflects 
On the children of God 
Who are careless and weak. 

Oh help each SouL 
Who divinely kneels 
At the Throne of God 
For comfort and ease. 

Ease from their burdens 
Of Sins great load 
Their future is dark 
Show them the road. 

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Oh be unto them 
Like the star in the East 
Which led Earth's Children 
To the Lover of Peace. 

Christ Jesus the Prophet 
Brother and Priest 
Who died as a martyr 
Just for ones sakes. 

His love was so great 
His sympathy sincere 
He always was ready 
To comfort and cheer 

All those who believed 
In His Heavenly gift 
Never came short 
Of instant relief. 

He always was ready 
With spiritual food 
To administer to all 
Who believed in His love. 

There are others who follow 
In this Dear Ones steps 
Who are ready and willing 
To give others their help. 

Christ's spirit still slumbers 
In the hearts of all 
Who are anxious and willing 
To give to the Lord. 

Life here on Earth 

Is so very short 

In comparison with the future 

We all have mapped out. 



. For all God's Children 
Both high and low 
Regardless of color 
Or title or birth. 

We certainly shall go 
To the place we have earned 
If we have tried to do right 
Then Heaven is our home. 

Now I will close 
With this warning in brief 
Do keep your thoughts clean 
Then your spirit finds relief. 

Nov. 6th, 1916. 
***** 

THE GOLDEN GATES AJAR 

OR 

THE WAY TO HEAVEN. 

The golden gates are kept ajar 
Its portals always gleaming 
And those who seek the right of way 
Will reach the haven safely. 

The right of way is reserved for all 
Who follow in Christ's footsteps; 
Love and might gave Him the right, 
To enter the heavenly portals. 

The right of way is given to those 
Who work out their own salvation 
By helping others who are down and out 
And wears'^ and heavy laden. 

God placed us here. His will to do; 
If we are careless and neglect it 
Our own salvation we must work out 
In the unknown hereafter. 
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Oh do not think when we die 

We are borne by angelic power 

To the future home we have never earned 

But wilfully neglected. 

In past ages we were told 
That heaven was easily gotten 
By just saying, "I believe," 
Was the teaching of the Pastors. 

The gates of heaven can never yield 
To those tainted by earth's riches; 
By grasping all they can by stealth 
Even gloating in child labor. 

The monster greed with fangs of Hell 
Lays hold on them who serve him, 
To drag their souls to the depths 
Of everlasting bondage. 

The gates of heaven can never yield 
To those untrue to nature 
The forbidden apple of our race 
God strongly denounces. 

Oh Father dear give us Thy grace, 
To live our lives pure. 
And not to struggle in the mire 
Of this worlds sordid pleasure. 

This life we know is but a span 
But oh the great hereafter 
The love and joy given to each one 
Will greatly compensate us. 

The gates of heaven can never yield 
To those who think they are holy 
It's works, not words, our Father wants 
Before we become His chosen. 

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The chosen few we read about 
Is a misrepresentation 
God has no favorites in the world 
Save those who do His bidding. 

The priests of God are far behind 
In the dispensing of the Gospel 
They keep the people dark and blind 
Instead of broading their conception. 

As death leaves us, resurrection finds us 
Without masquerading of the soul 
All is laid open and bare before us 
The life we lived on earth is o'er us. 

The mist of sin is hovering 'round us 
We cannot see our way, the light has fled 
Send us ministering spirits, oh God of glory 
To show us the way we must tread. 

The time has come when you must think 

Of warnings you've neglected 

Now you have got time to repent 

And wait My benediction. v 

Deeds of kindness you neglected 
Are laid out before you then 
Also lusts of various nature 
Blocked for you, the path to heaven. 

As you pass from the body 
A Surprise awaits you, when, 
You find your hopes all shattered 
Because you lived a life of sin. 

Waken up! unfold the love 
I have given to all earth's children. 
Broaden out your future life 
Become an heir of my salvation. 

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Messengers I have sent without number 
But the warnings you would never take 
Until some sickness did befall you 
Then often my warnings proved to late. 

Poverty and grief passed your notice 
Neither held you out a helping hand 
To a lone and weary brother 
Stranded on the rock of time. 

My love on earth you did reject 

Because it did not pay you 

To sacrifice your little mite 

In exchange for the love I gave you. 

The light of truth our Father said 

Has been dawning now for ages 

If you had only searched around 

The path would have been made clearer. 

The gates of heaven are closed until 
You have repented of past doings 
Then I will send a gleam of light 
That will lead you on to glory. 

T'is with the rich I fain would plead 
To alter their demeanor 
To our brother and sister in the world 
As Christ Jesus did, the Saviour. 

T'is the workers for whom the world has use 
Not the idle rich or drunkard 
But for those who strive to make ends meet 
Will gain their rest hereafter. 

The rest and peace that passeth knowledge 
If we strive for that end 
Not to live and fight and quarrel 
Making life a hideous den. 

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To the rich the gates of heaven are closed 
Until they see their folly 
Of living such a selfish life 
A life so dense and hollow. 

To the poor I would vouchsafe 

A little gleam of comfort 

Do not doubt your fathers love 

Though sometimes you feel forgotten. 

T'is hard at times, I know, to feel 
Life holds something good in store 
But those who seek in time salvation 
Will reap a thousand fold and more. 

The writer of this poem, had 

A battle hard to fight 

And many times my faith has wained 

Till hope was lost in sight. 

The visions of my loved ones gave 
To me, new life, new hope in God, 
I always tried to live aright 
And raise my thoughts above. 

T'is now I've found the light of truth 
At three score years and one 
To do the work God sends to me 
By His Angelic Son. 

The son of mortals here on earth 
Oscar Osborn is his name 
He Brings to me the Word of Life; 
Christ also did the same. 

I always trusted in my God 
And try to serve Him still, 
Although at times t'is very hard 
To bend, to Him, my will. 

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But now I reap the seed I've sown 

In years long ago, 

And I rejoice to unfold 

What was given to me of yore. 

Oh how I wish that I could give 
To the world at large 
What I get from my dear ones 
Who are always by my side. 

Oh help me God, to give to Thee 

The remainder of my life 

To spread the knowledge I have gained 

From just the other side. 

Knowledge worth its weight in gold 
If people would only believe it 
And broaden out their narrow minds 
And make conditions to receive it. 

A wealth of love would in them grow 
The love of Him who made them. 
To go along sin's thorny road 
As a sacrificing Saviour. 

A Saviour you can be to those 
Whose lives you try to brighten, 
And lead from death to light and love 
To go on their way rejoicing. 

I and my Father are truly one. 
The Nazarene did say: 
We must be one with our father God 
If we would do His will. 

Oh brothers and sisters do the work 
God holds in store for you 
To build your future up on high 
With your loved ones gone before. 

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They give to you the strength you need 
As you travel on the road 
Though sin and death may cross your path 
Oh! do not loose your hold. 

Hold on to hope, faith, and love 
As the Saviour did of old 
Your Father needs you in the world 
Oh! do not seek the gold. 

The gold will perish at the dawn 
Of everlasting day 
But Heavens Portals will open wide 
And give you all you need. 

T'is hard at times to hold aloft 
The sweet banner of hope 
To those who have so much to bare 
In this hard world of lust. 

Oh! let us lay our treasures in Heaven 
Where moth and rust doth not corrupt 
Nor thieves break through and steal 
In the mansion that our Father gives. 
To those who thus believe. 

The joy of heaven cannot be told 
By human eloquence 
Our finite minds cannot grasp 
The infinite hereafter. 

Sept. 22nd 1916. 
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SUNSHINE IN THE HOME. 

Sunshine in the home 
Is the brightness of the mind, 
That shines with Holy beauty 
And reflects a love dvine. 

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A love that passeth knowledge, 
No human mind can grasp 
Until they reach the summit 
Of Heavens angelic hosts. 

The hosts of heaven encamp around 
The spirits of the just 
To lead their souls to higher views 
Than the fleeting things of earth. 

The love of God in whom we trust 
And live and have our being, 
Will shower the radiance of His love 
If we are ready to receive it. 

Deem Him not a God of wroth 

As in the by-gone ages, 

When it was taught. His love was bought 

By a sacrificing Saviour. 

The love of God is freely given, 
To earth's children without price; 
To those who seek His love believing 
This world would be a paradise. 

The Nazerene, a man of God 
Despised and rejected 
Gave to the world a life of love 
Without thought of gain hereafter. 

Oh let us follow in His steps, 
The world, it greatly needs us 
To help develope in each soul 
The love of God, our Father. 

The light of truth which in the past 
Has been shadowed by false teaching 
By those who use the word of God 
Simply as a benediction. 

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Oh Father may Thy love supreme 
Broaden the minds of those who doubt 
And flood with joy the aching heart 
Of those wlio feel themselves cast out. 

Sept. 20th, 1916. 

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THE JOURNEY THROUGH THE GATES AJAR 

As we journey on through time and space 

Amidst the mist of doubt and fear 

We see poor souls by sin oppressed 

Pleading to us spirits as we pass 

To show them the way to the promised rest. 

As we look with compassion 

On those sin laden souls 

We beg the Higher forces to give us Their aid 

To help to develop more light on the road 

To show them the way to the gates ajar. 

The journey is long to sin laden souls 

If they had only tried their gifts to unfold 

On the earth plain, they had chances numerous 

and great 
To escape from the scourge of mans low estate, 

The Father of Love will keep open wide, 
The gates of heaven for those who have tried 
To walk in the path of justice and truth 
And held out their hand to help those aloft. 
Who have trampled under foot the warnings of 
of the just 

Christ said to His deciples in years long ago, 
"I will prepare for you a place when I leave here 

below 
But in faith you must obey the desire of Him 
Who is able and willing 
To cleanse you from sin." 

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Through the work of the spirits 
The Divine messengers of God, 
He allows them to impress you, which way you 

must tread 
I am giving you the heavenly facts, you can't 

see God unless you relax 
Your hold upon treasures which are holding 

you back. 

So keep pressing forward the victory to win 
And shut out the forces which tempt you to sin 
Cling on to the good and the evil you will shun 
God has'nt any use for idle mortals upon earth. 
So try and help others or you will never reach 
heaven. 

In the heavenly spheres we have got to work out 
Our own salvation as well as on earth. 
In the land of souls we must find use 
For every faculty our spirits can produce. 
Before we can reach the final resting place for 
which we have worked. 

What I tell you dear people, is faithful and true, 
As I have been scholar, now I am teacher to you. 
Through this friend in mortal who desires to 

hand out 
All we Spirits can give her 
In her journey in life. 

Some seem to think life is nothing but fun 
To get all they can out of it while they are 

young 
But when they get older and time shows on 

their face 
They begin to think back of the years of waste 
Oh! begin when you are young to seek the Lord 
And you are sure to reap a tenfold reward. 

Nov. 9tlj, 1916 

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THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 

As I was standing by my anvil 
Working hard and fast 
It came to me, why should I be 
Slaving like this for life? 

Life at its best is only set 

With weariness and pain 

Man's born to trouble while he's here; 

We are told so by Divines. 

They also say that God decreed 
Christ should die to set us free 
They tell us that this plan was laid 
By a Holy loving God. 

How could such love bring so much pain 

Upon a Perfect One? 

Oh no, God never did ordain 

Such cruelty to man. 

T'was man who took Christs life away 
And laid it on our God 
They made a creed to suit themselves 
And piled it on to us. 

To get us by submission 
To take our offerings free 
And receive their benediction 
A thing anyone can give. 

It's only God that can us free 
From the tyrany of sin 
Oh give to Him the best you have 
And He will you forgive. 



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Christ in His Holy humble life 
Showed us the path to take 
Let us not wander from the way 
He opened for our sakes. 

God never made for us a hell 

The children of His love, 

But to those who seek He will vouchsafe 

A happy home above. 

We make our heaven and hell as well 
In this world as we choose 
Oh help us God to keep the good 
And not Thy gifts abuse. 

Nov. 20th, 1915. 

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THE EVENTIDE OF LIFE. 

I was sitting by my window 
In the eventide of life 
Thinking of bygone days 
When youth is filled with might. 

The happy days of work and care, 
Bestowed on those I loved 
Came to my mind so vividly 
And raised my thoughts above. 

I toiled so hard from morn till night 
And often wondered why, 
That some should have the hills to climb 
While others idle by. 

I always lived up to the best, 
That hath to me been given. 
While those who are so careless, 
Had the better side of living, 

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Mother dear and Father too, 
Are passed to the realms above, 
I must not complain in such a strain 
For helping those I loved. 

Oh help me God to cast aside, 
This fault of looking back, 
Nor have regrets for what I did. 
But thankfulness of heart. 

And as I mused, I became confused, 
For there at my right hand, 
My mother stood all pure and good, 
Holding out to me her hand. 

There she stood upon the sea, 

As Christ had done of yore. 

Her shining garments swept the waves 

As they leaped toward the shore. 

Dear mother bid me come to you 
Hold me in your embrace, 
How oft I've prayed for this chance 
To meet you face to face. 

Oh take me to your Heavenly Home, 
That I, with you, may dwell. 
My life is hard, I often wish 
I could follow you to Heaven. 

She very calmly shook her head 
And said, "You cannot come. 
As you have other work to do 
That can't be left undone." 

"But follow me and you shall see 
Where now is my abode 
Some day you shall be gathered in 
And leave all toil alone." 

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I followed on through miles of space 
Of beauty grand and great. 
Until we stood in Holy Light 
Before Heaven's Golden Gates. 

And as I looked within I saw 
Angels as white as snow 
With crowns of silver on their heads, 
And harps of shining gold. 

The gates then did open wide, 
Dear mother, she passed through 
And left me on the other side 
My future work to do. 

After this Heavenly visit. 
My soul came back refreshed 
To take again life's burden 
As the Lord should deem it best. 

Not to repine or murmer, 
But His Divine will to obey, 
Which will lead me unto glory 
Though thorns be in the way. 

Let me plead with you dear people, 
•vTo be patient in the strife. 
And seek the Higher Forces, 
To show to you the light. 

The light of truth what leadeth, 
Beyond our mortal view. 
To the land of love and glory 
Planned out for me and you. 

Life here, is so uncertain, 
Don't risk the joy of Heaven, 
And your Father's benediction 
"Well done thou faithful one." 

Nov. 26th, 1915. 
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UNREQUITED LOVE. 

The sun was sinking in the west 
When to my hearts dismay, 
My dear husband, he took sick 
And died at dawn of day. 

To me it was a sudden break, 
In my most happy life, 
But unto him was surely given 
A peaceful home in Heaven, 

And so life goes, we never know 
How soon the call may come. 
To anyone, so do not shun 
Life's duty here below. 

Dr. Riding whom my husband loved, 
Was a man of godly works. 
To those who need his help he gave 
God grant him his reward. 

One day when I on business went 
To settle my account. 
He told me of his love and hopes 
Waiting my consent. 

I could not say, yes or no. 

As the time was very short. 

All I could do was to say good bye, 

The future would express my thoughts. 

To tell the truth I did not feel 
His equal in anyway, 
I'm very fond of simple life, 
And feared this step to take. 



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Next day I sailed for foreign lands, 
Thinking he would forget. 
And find another who would fill 
The place of wife and help. 

I did not know the full extent, 

Of this good man's great love, 

And never dreamed for me he gave his life, 

So unmindful as I was. 

One day I through the mail received, 
A letter from a friend. 
Saying our Doctor's fallen sick, 
We are waiting for the end. 

At last he passed from earth to heaven. 
Through three long years of pain, 
Caused by the love he had for me, 
I returned him not again. 

After his departure. 

To the Higher Life, 

My heart grew dead within me 

Oh why did I him slight. 

Oh how I longed for a chance, 
To undo the past. 

And live with him in joy and peace 
An earthly paradise. 

So one night as I lay down 
My brain wracked with pain. 
Oh could it be that I could see 
His dear face close to mine. 

Yes, there he stood as of yore. 
His smiling face aglow. 
He said, "my dear, do not weep 
It only grieves my soul." 

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I looked at him and tried to smile, 
And said, Oh how I wish 
I could hold your hand once more. 
If God could only grant me this. 

You cannot dear, while you are here 
In the mortal garb, 
But wait a while, and we shall be 
In our home above the sky. 

I could not live when you had gone, 

My life was simply blank. 

If I had known of spirit return 

It would have filled my heart with thanks. 

Thanks to my God who in His love, 
Designed that we should be 
Together bound in bands of love. 
Throughout Eternity. 

Do not worry or dispare, 
Let me tell you this. 
You are never left alone, 
Do not your guides mistrust. 

T'is useless to repine. 

For what we've left undone. 

So take fresh hold and try to unfold 

More greatness of the Soul. 

Our future is mapped out, 
Our destiny is sealed. 
By a God of Love who knows 
Exactly what we need. 

When your life on earth is ended, 
And all duty cast aside 
On the border land I will meet you 
To dwell forever, side by side. 

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In the home our Father gives 
To the children of His choice, 
To dwell in love and unity, 
In holy heavenly light. 

Then he began to ascend, 
And the brightness of his form 
Was like a glowing sunrise, 
On an Eastern Morn. 

Nov. 30th, 1915. 

***** 
CHILDHOOD DAYS. 

I am thinking of my childhood. 
The happy days of youth. 
When flowers bloomed around my path 
And filled my heart with mirth. 

In those old days of long ago 
I loved my Father God, 
My mother told us that we are 
The objects of His love. 

The Master mild He took a child, 
And placed it in the midst. 
And said, "each one of you must be 
As innocent as this." 

"Before you can make any plan 
To enter through Heavens Gates. 
So be forewarned and do not scorn 
The knowledge I impart." 

My mother dear informed us oft 
Of Gods unchanging love, 
And said if we could but foresee 
We'd trust Him as we ought. 



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So one day, while out for play, 
I met a little friend. 
We sat down to take a rest, 
And thus our talk began. 

And as I talked, my childish mind 
Drifted in to space, 
I saw a ladder at my feet 
Which reached to Heavens Gates. 

And as I looked with wondering eyes 
I thought within myself 
This must be Jacob's Ladder 
That mother spoke about. 

Again I looked, a voice replied 
"Come up and see the place. 
That God prepares for you my child. 
Decked with beauty and with grace." 

As I began to ascend 

The ladder rung by rung. 

My thoughts went back to my friend 

Hoping she would come. 

But when I looked her in the face. 
She laughed and shook her head, 
The foolishness of this act, 
Filled my heart with dread. 

Oh well I thought, I must obey 
The loving ones' command. 
And so I passed up to the top 
And quietly entered Heaven. 

And as I stood just by the door. 
My guide to me explained, 
This is the gate that leads to life 
And Angels reap therein. 

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I saw a field so full of wheat 
The ears as white as snow, 
And angels stand in happy bands 
To do their Father's will. 

I asked my guide the reason why 
The wheat should be so white, 
The symbol of the wheat he said 
Are those pure in heart. 

Which are gathered by the angels, 
Their dear Lord to greet. 
And as He spoke He pointed out 
The Angels pure and sweet. 

As I looked my eyes beheld 
A horse of pure white 
And on its back a figure veiled, 
Which hid him from our sight. 

I thought, oh this must be the Lord, 
My mother often read 
His face no one hath ever seen 
Not even them in heaven. 

The angels stood in full array, 
With sickles in their hands, 
Patiently waiting for the time 
The Lord gave His command. 

Then we passed to heights above 
Where angels stood of yore. 
In greater throngs of old and young 
Then I had ever seen before. 

But who is this in the midst 

With silent bowed down head. 

The Saviour Crowned, my guide informed 

With His angelic band. 

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Those who ministered to His needs, 
When He on the mountain stood, 
Preaching salvation to the world 
Doing all the good He could. 

The Nazerene in whom we see, 
A pattern grand and true. 
Of God's great love and tenderness 
To his children, me and you. 

He tried to broaden out the minds, 
Of those who did Him hate. 
And to His friends He did supply 
Unfailing joy and faith. 

And as I gazed with awe 
Upon this wonderous sight, 
The mist around me gathered 
I could not bear the light. 

So I turned my thoughts homeward 
Then the scene entirely changed. 
I found myself in my room, 
Thinking, this must be a dream. 

But as I tried to move myself, 
My listless form gave way 
There at my side my sister stood. 
Draped in glorious array. 

Why are you here, I gently asked 
And not in Heaven above? 
Heaven is here, sister dear 
Helping those we love. 

God lets us come to help you shun 
The many pit-falls of Sin, 
Oh! tell my daughter I am here 
If she will only let me in. 

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I am her guardian Angel 
And always by her side. 
Guiding her dear footsteps 
Along the path of time. 

Life here on Earth is but a school 
For the higher life above 
To love each other as ourselves 
As the Bible teaches us. 

The open door is left ajar 
Till the sands of time run out. 
The God of Love in whom we trust, 
Will never cast us out. 

To all my sister's give my love, 
Tell theni I am often near 
To help to make lifes burden lighter. 
Let them trust and do not fear. 

Then in a golden Halo, 
She passed from Earth to Heaven 
Waving her hand and saying 
Adieu, until we meet again. 

Then I awoke so full of hope 

That I some day would be 

With them in Heaven, my life to spend 

And joy and peace receive. 

Nov. 26th, 1915. 

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LIFE IN THE GREAT BEYOND 

Oh weary traveler do not shun 
The path laid out for thee 
It leads right on to the great beyond 
Of life and liberty. 



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To say that death ends it all 
And life is spent without reward 
Is but a tragic view of those 
Who lack the greatness of the soul. 

T'is hard for spirits to describe 
To mortal minds the joy of heaven 
But when they reach the goal in store 
They will find that half has never been told. 

It has been said to the weary and downcast 
That the future for them holds peace and rest 
If they only believe in the blood of the lamb 
Without any works of their own, they are sure 
to reach heaven. 

Oh brothers and sisters be not deceived! 
God is not mocked with the "only believe" 
We must work out our salvation by deeds 
No idle Christians will our Father receive. 

Oh do not think that only Christ 
Passed from this world a sacrifice 
Many more who followed in his steps 
Where slaughtered in their innocence. 

Women in those dark days were burned alive 
Because of mediumistic phase, 
And by the vile were deemed a fake 
And led without justice to the stake. 

Oh if I could take you in the heavenly spheres 
And show you the joy of martyrs of past years; 
But what of those who destroyed the life 
Of innocent souls like Jesus Christ? 



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Here they are in darkness stranded 
Until they have repented of murder and slander 
Of greed and lusts of various nature 
Which hold them in touch with the earths con- 
ditions. 

On the earth plain are spirits innumerable and 
great 

The "devils" v^e read of in God's Holy Writ; 

They have passed from the mortal to heaven 
as they think 

But found their mistake out when life was ex- 
tinct. 

They call upon Jesus, they call upon God 

But oh you poor spirits what path have you 

trod? 
The way of the unjust was attractive to you 
And the evil within you, you would not subdue. 

Then by degrees as God sees fit 

They will rise, Oh so slowly, to their promised 

rest 
When they realize the suffering and death 
Which they caused the weary and the oppressed 

We who have risen to realms above 
Descend to the earth plane to help those we love 
To rise from the depths to which they have sunk 
From the mire and clay of past results. 

Sometimes poor sinners in darkness kneel, 
For centuries, bewailing their past misdeeds 
Until some spirit higher than they 
Give them a gleam of light on their way. 

To show them that the Father of Love, 
Wants them to rise to the heights above 
Where love and joy and peace o'er flow 
Even to those who were sinners here below. 

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We spirits who have worked for salvation and 

rest 
Are eagerly waiting some soul to uplift 
Each time we succeed in doing Gods will 
A step nearer heaven in our journey is fulfilled. 

Our Father of Love gives to each soul, 
A gift Divine if they would only unfold 
And give to the world what God has in store 
For the seekers of truth of the life evermore. 

The angels in heaven we read much about 
Are simply the spirits who departed the earth 
Who ministered to Jesus while on the Mount 
And strengthened His soul with their spiritual 
help. 

Also my sisters and brothers in Christ 
The angels of love do greatly rejoice 
To give to each soul comfort and peace 
To lead them from death to Eternal Life. 

They throw out the life line, hold on to it fast; 
Let it not go till your soul finds its rest 
In the presence of those who, when here below, 
In loving devotion their gifts did unfold. 

To give to the world as God did direct 
Knowledge that would help to uplift 
Those in darkness not knowing the road 
And are longing and sighing for more light of 
the soul. 

Narrow is the path; and rugged the way 
That leads to the beyond of Eternal Day, 
The great divide we are bound to pasg 
As we go through the gates of death, 



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There our dear ones are waiting for us 
With outstretched arms so full of love 
Not in their graves as we are told 
Waiting until the resurrection morn. 

Oh no! God's love is far too deep 
To allow His children so long to sleep, 
When their presence is needed a watch to keep 
O'er the children of earth when helpless and 
weak. 

They gather the forces from heights above 
These ministering spirits the children of love 
Inspiration and strength they meet out to each 

one 
If we only make conditions for them to come. 

Jesus Christ, the Saviour gave up His life 
On the same rock of ages; we also must strive 
To help those who have gone down with the 

tide 
To begin life anew on the other side. 

The hills of adversity Christ climbed of old 

To seek salvation instead of the gold 

We are born in the world midst trouble and 

grief 
Only sacrifice and love will bring us relief. 

True joy lives only in the hearts of those 
Who try to help others reach the goal 
The way of the just is open to all 
Who are anxious and yearing to give to the 
Lord. 

He does not ask much only justice and truth 
Peace and devotion to all children of earth 
All this must be seen to and studied with care 
Before you can reach your home over there, 

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I beg of you dear people, look over your life 
Cut out the dark spots; let the angels rejoice. 
Life here is so short, oh live as did Christ 
To benefit his brothers while here upon earth. 

Nov. 2nd, 1916. 

***** 

FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT. 

Oh Brothers, Sisters and Christian friends 
Why this darkness on the way to Heaven 
We were often told Christ cleared the road 
And was waiting anxiously to cleanse each soul. 

Here we are stranded on this dark path 
Trying to find the footprints of the just 
Oh send us light Father of All. 
And lift from our Souls this deadly pall. 

We thought when death leaves us 

Resurrection finds us seated 

At the right hand of God 

If we only believe and Christ Jesus receive. 

There was nothing else left to be done. 

But through ignorance and neglect 

We are here to reflect, if we only had known; 

And the right way been shown 

We would not have been in this terrible fix. 

Here we are stranded not knowing what to 

think 
I feel I am standing just in sight of the brink 
Of a terrible chasm as dark as night 
Oh God! look with compassion and give me a 

light. 

Oh how I wish I had followed the pathway of 

truth! 
And as my last pleadings passed from my lips 
I saw a light in the distance, hoping it to be 
The much desired goal I was anxious to reach. 

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But as I tried onward to press 

I found I was held by conditions I left 

When on the earth plane, thinking I would gain 

Easily the promised rest. 

Then I heard a voice so low and sweet 
Saying, "Brother are you trying to reach the 

Heavenly home 
Without the wedding garment of peace? It says 

in Holy writ 
"They who do not wear it must be bound hand 

and foot." 

But listen to me, your Brother, though so weak 
Still I am trying with my Father's help 
Some other Spirits 
To guide and uplift. 

I, like you, when on the earth's plane, 
Thought more of my own pleasure 
Than other peoples pain, now I must work out 
My selfishness in this dreary plane. 

Now I must work out 

What I left undone 

Is the duty our Father expects 

From His children, every one. 

How long I must remain 

In this dreary place 

To hear the weeping and wailing of those 

Who came short of Gods grace. 

When they were young 

And full of vital force. 

They did not seek the way of life 

Christ taught them when on earth. 



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Now Brother give to me your hand 
Oh dear! I cannot reach 
The chasm is so very wide and dee^* 
I fear I cannot give you much relief. 

But I tell you dear Brother what to do 
Try and be patient, keep praying for aid 
To the ministering Spirits 
Who are seeking to save. 

Perhaps your dear mother 
Who has passed to the Heights, 
Much higher than the Earth plane 
Through her goodness of heart. 

Will be seeking her boy 
When you have made 
Better conditions 
For her to draw nigh. 

Now I must leave you in this sad plight 
The advice I gave you has increased my light 
Now I will step higher more victory to win 
And lead more Spirits from the path of Sin. 

And he passed through space so slowly 
It was so very dark and dim 
Seeking more Spirits who were held 
In bondage by their Sins. 

And as he was thinking 
Of past mishaps 
A Spirit so bright and fair 
Crossed his dreary path. 

Again he looked and his soul grew sick 
As he fell prostrate at a woman's feet 
Kneeling and bewailing the past 
With regrets vivid and deep. 

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This woman he cried has risen up in judgment 

Against my cowardly act 

When on the earth plane 

I trampled her virtues under my feet. 

Oh God this is more than I can stand 

Pray send a ministering spirit to give me a 

helping hand 
And as he spoke this Angel of Light 
Who had worked her way upward from the 

conditions of earth, 

Held out to him her hand saying 
"Brother in Christ, don't think of past life 
But do your best to reach 
The Heavenly Heights." 

He rose from his feet, her last words to greet 

With joy that knew no bounds 

Saying, "can it be true, that the trouble I gave 

you 
Will not hinder my pathway to Heaven." 

She looked in his face with a Heavenly smile 
Saying the past is forgiven by me 
Now look with faith, to our Father's grace 
He is able and willing your sins to erase. 

Go forward with your mission 
Help others to unfold 
The gift of the Spirit 
God gives to each soul. 

And when you have made good your past neg- 
lect 
You will steadily gain your future rest 
Now I must leave you, my time is up 
My good will I give you to help you aloft. 

Then she passed to spheres 
Much higher than the one 
Who had wronged her on the earth plane 
By his unlawful plans. 

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Oh friends of earth be careful of deeds 

Your lusts to appease, 

Encourage your thought waves of purity and 

peace 
Or you must work out all you've done amiss. 

Nov. 12th, 1916. 
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THE CELESTIAL CITY 

The Celestial City not made with hands 
The Bulwarks of Emmanuels Land 
The Summit of all that is pure and true 
There nothing remains for Spirits to do. 

Here they will rest from their Labors well 

earned 
To the spheres of earth no more to return 
This rest they have gained by devotion and 

faith 
With God as their King in the Temple of Grace. 

From Earth they developed to Spheres above 
Hoping and trusting in their Fathers great love 
He never forsakes those who trust in His grace 
But always provides, a sweet resting place. 

Nov. 4th, 1916. 
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HOW SHALL WE MEET OUR LOVED ONES. 

How shall we meet our loved ones? 
Oh! what a joyful thought 
For those who have long been parted 
And walk earths pathway alone. 

The loving hearts that have been severed 
By the Death Angel's cruel blow, 
Are just waiting by the Border 
To take us safely home. 

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To the land of the Soul, of joy and beauty, 
Where sin can aot molest 
Neither pain or grief affect us 
In the Land of Perfect Rest. 

Nov. 9th, 1916. 



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